…with Gary Moss

I think I’ve got it !

I was never really comfortable at cocktail parties.  Mostly, I didn’t get it.  A bunch of people standing around, holding fragile stemware, sipping ‘tongue loosening’ booze, and talking about minutia.

If I had something to say to you, I’d want your full attention in a place with relative quiet, so you could hear me and I could hear you.

My hearing doesn’t work so well in noisy places.  When surrounded by noise, at watering holes like ‘FRIDAYS’ or ‘CHAMPS’, I may as well be by myself.  Everybody seems to be talking a once, the large screen TV is flickering, music is always blaring from oversized speakers, the harsh noise bounces back and forth off hard surfaces, and there I sit, alone in a crowd, with the deafening clamor, stifling out every semblance of intelligence.  I really don’t get it.  (It’s a glitz-bling kind of thing.)

To me it’s more like a self-centered statement: “I want to be seen with you, and glean from your celebrity, but really, I don’t give a f _ _ _  about anything you have to say.  Just give me a peck on the cheek and move along.”

I guess I’ll have to get over this negative attitude of mine if I ever plan to  ”… MAKE IT HERE …”.

I’ve always felt the same way about attending singles dance.  All that ‘empty headed’ eye candy.  Having to shine my shoes to make a good impression.  Like my shoes told my whole story.  The endless flirting that usually ended up hooking the wrong fish.  I like salmon; my hook, at the end of the night, would either be empty or I’d snag some ugly mud puppy.  Then came the awkwardness of unhooking from the creature and throwing it -or- being thrown by it. . .  back into the sea.

In 2009 all the techniques of hooking up

"mumbo jumbo rhubarb rhubarb..."

 have evolved into mutations, like Twitter and Facebook. 

I guess we have to meet one another somewhere.

All for the want of meeting people who can appreciate and benefit from my scrabble expertise.

All for the want of a sweet kiss and loving arms to hold me, and someone to hold in return.

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